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Yo....During A Dark Storm I Transform Into A Swarm That All Who Touch Mourn
Dust Is What I'd Be If I Walked Out At Dawn So Dusk Is A Must If I Wish To Perform
Even When Scarred With Holy Thorns Or When My Worn Clothes Are Torn....
They Simply Regenerate As I Yawn For I Have Grown Tired Of What I Desire
And Feel Scorned - Real Friends Are Long Gone
They Fade Away Like The Outro To A Slow Song
But You Never Forget Them Like Your Thoughts Of Your Unborn
Mourn Stature's Collapsing When Facing The Everlasting
The Main Attraction I Bend Matter To My Will Like Dr. Manhattan
Drain All Around Me Like Fammine My Name Is That Of A Dragon
whers Acid Saliva Spit Fire Fly Higher Than The Millenium Falcon
Exceed Starships Through Space Eternal Darkness Like Tar Pits
I've Felt The Mammoth's Hardship I See What The Fašade Is
==-Natural Selection Also Known As God Aiming At Targets-==
I'll Drill The Heads Of Drill Sergeants For Not Saying Pardon
Our Whole Squadron Own The Fucking Heart Of Tarzan!
True Marksmen But Deep Down We're Wild Creatures All Are Beneath Us
We've The Ability To Change Facial Features So U Can't Tell If U Seen Us
Non-Belivers Are Dreamers Whose Minds Yern For Something Deeper
Something That Can't Be Tought By Your Priest, Scholar Or Teacher
The Darkside Of The Force Disigned To Blow Vessels Of Course
Untill They Feel Lost And Delve Into Magic Spells To Rebel
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